Ghouls Kagune Novels & Stories

He was slowing. “Leave me,” she rasped. “Never,” he said through clenched teeth, his breath heavy. He looked around the rock. The Hounds were moving forward, spreading out along the shore. Kael directed them like a hunter closing on wounded prey. Then the lake began to stir. Not with heat, but with motion. From the dark water, shapes rose. They were translucent and gave off a soft blue light. Human forms, but their faces were blurred, stretched by old sorrow. The ghosts of the First War. The echoes the Crone guarded.

”Your life,as well as Ethan’s,is in mortal danger. “Oh God!”Beth rasped again.”What do you mean?”She gripped the banister ever so tighter,until her hand hurt from holding on.She felt faint and nauseous. Against all probability,she was having a conversation with a woman,dead for hundreds of years. “You must listen carefully Beth,”Lady Katherine continued.”A dark spirit seeks to end your lives and she will not stop until she has succeeded in her task,until you and Ethan are both dead.” “How do you know this?”Beth asked,frantically.”Answer me!Please!” “Because the very spirit seeking to take your lives,is the one who took mine.”

I begin conjuring my magic in preparation for the fight. I look over at our new arrivals and assess them. One of the ghouls has a medium frame with a buzz cut . The other one is probably close to six feet, short brown hair, and has a thick red scar running from his cheek to his chin. They scan the crowd and their eyes land on Kieran. “Just the man we’ve been looking for!” Scarface says as they begin strolling towards us. The patrons standing in their path quickly move before they get trampled.

Wene replied, looking around and sucking in every single detail that she could of the devil's abode, hell. The sky shone a grayish light that gave the blood smeared land a different hue. The sky was just as gloomy and the shrieks of a few vultures afar off filled the atmosphere and sent chills down her spine. “Are you guys okay?” Gauwilh Chames called from behind them. His face was well painted with the blood that seeped through the land and they'd have thought him to be a zombie if they didn't know better. He was with Riyen Gosbald and Eallric Hancey.

The soul eater sits on the floor, covered in blood and something else that I don't recognize until I open the door further and step in. Looking down, I see a disemboweled baby torn to shreds. It's in so many pieces that I can't even tell for sure what it is, except for the baby bottle half buried in the blood and intestines. Suddenly, the smell hits me and I have to bend over as I lose my supper. Sandwich spraying everywhere, even on the soul eater. She looks up at me and smiles while holding an arm bone and then begins gnawing on it.

Their long and thin tongue is stuck out as if they are already craving human flesh. The hole emits miasma nonstop as it stands as the portal to hell. Every moment, other creatures were materialized and given life. Goblins, Golems, Ghouls, Orge, Imps, Lich, Warlocks, you name it! To make everything short, everything related to the corrupted souls of Tartaro. I look at Phelan, and I see no fear on him despite the innumerable foes. Neither anyone in my pack shows fear. Instead, I see their excitement in their hazel orbs.

The silhouette stopped near a river and a white wolf emerged looking around surveying its surroundings. The unusual large wolf was a she-wolf, with a tattoo of fire under her paw. Everyone in her pack complemented her on her flawless white fur, it was the rarest appearance ever seen on the planet. Her sharp eyes scrutinizing the area depicted her overflowing presence making the small creatures run in fear.

However before I could share the same with Draco I saw that female tentatively looked at burned fingers and then she aggressively swirled her head to us and glared at me and Draco with a violent killing intent. ‘AYAYAYAYAYAYAYYAYAYAYYyyyyyyyy………………………………………………’ female ghoul screamed so sharply that my ears ached, her mouth opened wide and a serpent like long lousy grey colored tongue came out, at same time I observed that all dark blood on ground rippled vigorously and started to get thick, along with several human body parts which were floating on surface started to gather in one direction. I would have never believed it, if I wouldn’t had seen it happening with my own eyes

“What’s that?” The strumming stopped, and he looked up, a shift in his countenance. “The photographs in my mind are one thing. I see their faces. That’s… troubling. It’s not the worst of it. But every time I close my eyes, I distinctly see each of them. A woman with short, curly hair. A man with some sort of wrap on his head, his face frozen in anguish. Literally frozen. A little boy, maybe six, clinging to a woman I presumed to be his mother. A baby wrapped in layers of blankets and nestled between an arm stiff with frost and a bosom that would never feed the child again. Their faces are haunting, and they are everywhere. Despite that daily terror, it isn’t the worst.” “It isn’t? What is it

Lucas had been gone for hours, leaving me to the not so careful ministrations of Magda. The wart nosed witch who I had clobbered over the head with a candlestick. She was hunched forwards with a permanent hunchback and cloudy milky white eyes signalling that her eyesight was diminished with cataracts. She almost looked like she had taken a step out of a Greek mythology book and was actually one of the fabled grey sisters, who determined all living creatures fate. Perhaps she was, all myths derived from elements of truth. Any second now she was going to pull out a pair of rusty old scissors and cut my life cord into two. I held back a giggle at the thought.